let lemons be angry

I found my dream shoes, and i'm not talking in metaphors.

So my holidays began today, and things look promising already. Last night was a tv marathon with bong's chubby hubby, and stealing songs in the dead of the night. Today was breakfast bible time with janis and sharon, and then shopping till my feet grew numb and started hating me.

My hair has not been brushed for about two years now, and i just detangled a hefty angry knot. I think i did some damage, cos there's hair on the table now.

And no, i do not think airy thoughts and i do not want a sugar daddy. I'm not that type of girl. It's just that the deeper thoughts of tonight are too Right Now to be of any good. And i know how to be sensitive, because i imitate it well.